"He was so glad to see him," he said. "And how are they all at 'Les Marches,'" he inquired.
"Oh, jolly-like," said the man who had boasted that he could speak English; "the squire's in a reg'lar good mood this week."
"Indeed!" said Frank.
"Well, you see, it's no wonder after all; the young Miss's engaged to a young fellow; Tom Soher, I think his name is. I don't like the look o' the chap. He used to drink and there's no sayin'——."
He stopped short on perceiving Frank who was leaning against the wall for support; his face of an ashen hue.
Jacques eyed him anxiously. "One'd say you'd be ill," he remarked.
"I don't feel exactly well," said Frank.
"Shall I see you home?"
"No, thank you, I can easily walk there."
"I think I'd better come with you; I know my missus'l be waitin' for me, but I'll come if you think I must."